I need to sleep but want to keep awake,
and as I yawn it dawns on me, that what I do is what is meant to be
but it's all the same to me
I need to sleep.

She weeps beside a photograph, a young man laughing in the diner,and in the light,this black and white reminder,reminds her of a different time
when she had all the time or so it seemed
but now,
she weeps and keeps his picture by her bedside lamp beside the letters that he wrote,and in behind the goodbye note.

He wants to sleep as I do too, but minds that race must stay awake and face the demons of the night.
She was right,he knows that now but it's too late to make amends and so he sends another note,something else he wrote,which she won't read,she doesn't need another break to break inside her broken heart.

I want to sleep but need to keep, these two lives of mine apart,for I too have a heart and in my heart I know, that I was wrong to go,to leave her all alone,but then, my heart was made of stone and I was hardened to the days,to woman and her ways,
this thought stays with me as I lay down and see the ghosts arrive,looking at me from her dead eyes, and there's not a thing that I can do,
I wish I knew then what I know now
if only it could change somehow
but
I need to sleep
and have to keep
awake.